Dunno. But the fact that black/gallows humor is going the way of the Dodo ‘concerns’ me greatly.
I cannot imagine the hell Sam Kinneson would get hit with in today’s environment. But we sure as hell need him. Or someone very much like him.
Look at what PC BS did to Dice Clay and Lenny Bruce.
My entire family does gallows humor, even my daughters in their 20s...we do have to be very careful in public but slip once in a while- whoa the looks are priceless.
I probably couldn’t watch Sam Kinison everyday, but I really couldn’t watch anyone every day for that matter. He was good at what he did, but I understand he’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea...too raw for some. I liked the anger. There’s a place for it. Reading your mentioning of him, I watched a clip of his on You Tube. Oh my was it filthy, but it was funny as heck. I know he had something about drunk driving too...about how was he supposed to get his car home from the bar. I don’t know. Not many of us escape this life not having to deal with some kind of tragedy or cosmic injustice, but it’s still good to have a laugh too. If I find that I can’t, I just move on. And guess what...Kinison got his in the end. Some people would probably gloat over that. I can’t be happy about the man meeting a tragic end. He wasn’t evil in my eyes.
This is sad to me reading about his last moments with his friend at his side. I hope he made it to a better place.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Kinison
On April 10, 1992, Kinison died after his white 1989 Pontiac Trans Am was struck head-on on U.S. Route 95, four miles (6 km) north of Interstate 40 and several miles west of Needles, California, by a pickup truck driven by a 17-year-old boy who had been drinking alcohol. The pickup truck crossed the center line of the roadway and went into Kinison’s lane. At the time of the collision, Kinison was traveling to Laughlin, Nevada to perform at a sold-out show.
Immediately after the impact, Kinison did not appear to have been seriously injured, as he got out of his car with what appeared to be only cuts on his lips and forehead and then lay down only after his friends (who had been traveling in a separate vehicle) begged him to do so. According to Carl LaBove, who had been traveling in the separate vehicle and who held Kinison’s bleeding head in his hands, Kinison then said, “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.” Kinison paused, according to LaBove, as if he was listening to a voice that LaBove could not hear, and then asked, “But why?” After another pause, Kinison then said, “OK. OK. OK.” LaBove said later, “The last ‘OK’ was so soft and at peace. . . . Whatever voice was talking to him gave him the right answer and he just relaxed with it. He said it so sweet, like he was talking to someone he loved.”